that's all I feel.
I'm so disgusted with myself.
how could I be so atrocious?
Hateful things flow through my head as I stare back at the stranger in the mirror.
" But I can't. "
" I can't start doing this, not again. "
" But I deserve it, don't I? "
I repeatedly ask myself this as the razor finds its way into my hand.
1 .. 2 .. 3
I finish the last number as I feel a sharp, cold poke dig through my skin.
The freshly cut wound begins to bleed
I watch as it begins to drip
Its as if my worries and my pains just flow away
Its okay, its not the end of the world.
you deserve it anyways.